Hey you guys! As always, I'm super thankful for all the views and comments I get. 'New Beginnings' is like a train, it just keeps on going! Or rather, you keep reading it and liking it and for that, you must be rewarded. Again, here's a sweet little story about a possible Yuuri-quirk for you as thanks.

xoxo


"Victor! Yuuri!" Christophe stood up as soon as he saw them enter the small bistro. He waved to get their attention.

"There he is," Victor smiled. "This'll be fun! Right, Yuuri?"

Yuuri nodded. "Beats sitting holed up in a hotel room. But this place is really tiny..."

The pair walked up to Christophe who greeted them with the usual three kisses, placed on the cheeks. Very European, Yuuri thought. Very... Chris.

"Here, Yuuri." Christophe pulled out a chair next to him. "Victor," he continued and pointed to the chair opposite Yuuri.

"Thanks, Chris," Victor said as he took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair. "We're one person short, though. Where is your mystery man?"

"He'll be here. He's usually early, him being late surprises me." Christophe winked a little. "Great to see you both. Imagine, we're all meeting up in the capital of love, huh?"

"What a fluke. Shall we order some drinks?"

"Absolutely!"


The three of them ordered some drinks. Two of them ordered some more, while waiting.

"Oh, you are thirsty! I must stay somewhat sober for a little while longer," Christophe said. "He doesn't drink and gets annoyed with me if I fill myself up in the company of other men."

Victor laughed, very amused by the innuendo.

Yuuri felt slightly uncomfortable. Meeting new people, being in France and not really knowing the social cues, the language... He felt his skin prickle. It felt good drinking some beer, it made him relax. Being Japanese, he was usually hit by the buzz faster than, say Russians. He longed for it to happen.

After something that felt like an eternity to Yuuri, Christophe's company showed up. He introduced himself, but his accent was too thick for him to understand. Oh, this is so awkward. I can't ask him his name, not immediately after he told me!

"I'm sorry, my English is... so-so. Parlons en français, d'accord?"

"Non, Yuuri ne comprend pas," Victor interjected.

"I try English," he said with a smile as he sat down opposite Christophe.

"Merci," Christophe said whilst squeezing his hand.


Since the bistro was very intimate, it was hard to claim any personal space. They ordered food, and it was a challenge not elbowing or bumping into people as they ate. Yuuri had a hard time feeling at ease with this, and felt a small jab of envy when he noticed that Christophe, his date and Victor weren't affected by the constant intrusions.

"Another beer, please?"

Victor raised an eyebrow. He had noticed that Yuuri was struggling, but he had decided not to draw attention to the subject by bringing it up. It could be fun with Yuuri being slightly intoxicated, he thought.

"Hey," Christophe's date said in French, "is he going to be okay? He's had quite a lot already."

"He's going to be fine," Victor replied. A smile played on Victor's lips when Christophe's eyes met his. They knew from experience what could happen, and one might say that they were secretly wishing for a little diversion to come their way.


Yuuri had reached his limit two beers ago. He wasn't tipsy anymore. He was drunk. It felt wonderful. His inhibitions were gone, he felt more at ease. Life felt amazing, all of a sudden. He somewhat noticed that Victor and the others were having coffee. That told him that he would be alone with Victor soon and... that would be amazing too.

He kicked off one of his shoes underneath the table and stroked Victor's shin with his foot. Victor was quick to look at him, with a smile that Yuuri interpreted as a challenge. Until they left, Yuuri had decided that he was going to make sure that their night ended on a happy note. Yuuri was happy to feel Victor's hand on his calf. He apparently wanted to play too.

He grew bolder, trailing his foot up towards Victor's knee. He got no reaction from him. So you're going to play hard to get, Victooo~r? I'll show you!


He flinched. What is he doing?! Again?! It was the third time he felt his toes on the inside of his thigh, right above the knee. He really had too much to drink. That's a bit embarrassing.

When he felt the toes on top of his thigh, trying to find their way to his crotch, he decided to do something. Or, at least say something.

"Chris, chéri... Victor's boyfriend is feeling me up with his foot. He's like two inches away from my crotch." Of course, he whispered. It wouldn't be very gentlemanlike to say it out loud.

"Reaaally? Oh, this is going to be amazing!"

"Amazing? But, Chris... He's-" He squirmed. The toes had found their goal. "Can't I tell Victor? It's embarrassing!" His voice was slightly shrill.

Christophe grinned. "Do what you think is best. I really enjoy watching this..." There was a heavy emphasis on the words of the last sentence.

"Excuse me, Victor?"

"Yes?"

"I... uh, your fiancé is quite drunk. He's been caressing my leg with his foot for at least twenty minutes now. I haven't done anything to him and, well, I just thought you should know."

Victor looked at him, without batting an eye. Those blue eyes were radiating.

"Oh, I know."

"Wh... what?!"

A snicker, and a beaming smile. "I know. I think it's time for us to go. Thank you for the company, it's been... delightful."

Victor and Christophe looked at each other, knowing from experience what would happen.

"Come Yuuri, time to go. Let's find your shoe, shall we?"


They slowly walked back to the hotel, Yuuri staggering with Victor's arm as support around his waist.

"Victooo~r? How come you plei it so kewl in dere? I wus totally feelin' you up, yanno?"

"Oh, I don't know, Yuuri. Why do you think I played it so cool in there?"

"I dunno... I had muh foot on yer... yer... yanno an' you were like supah kewl! Pohkar face!"

"I guess you have to try harder next time? Put your heart into it?" Victor had no luck with keeping a straight face.

"Yup, I'll do dat! An' Victooo~r? Know wut?"

"No, what?"

"I luv you. So much!"

"I love you too, Yuuri. Love you too."

Apparently, a small bistro in France can prove to be intimate in so many ways than one. Imagine the things you can learn in the capital of love.

~the end~